Joey Del Marco Novels & Stories

“Who helped him?” Pablo chuckled, shaking his head as if she were a naïve child. “Drake de Marco doesn’t bow to anyone.” His smile sharpened. “Now that he’s free, you’re already too late.” A muscle ticked in Massimo’s jaw as he leaned down, lowering his voice to a deadly rasp. “I will tear apart every one apart, burn down all their operations. You, Donatello and De Marco will know you all lost to me. Maria's dead! You're next!"

He yelled at Marco as he walked to stand before him. Marco rolled his eyes and scoffed, “Shut up. I have a job for you.” “I'm not interested." Dante refuted it even before hearing what it was. He wasn't interested to know. “Dante, behave," Marco growled. This did the trick because he sighed and eyed Marco. “Fine, What do you want?" Dante asked as he took a seat. Marco stayed quiet for a few minutes, then cleared his throat. "It's simple and easy, Visit Devil's Den and get me Gracino Franco.”

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

A storm was hidden in his eyes. "Who are you? Get out!" Marco snapped. He had recently arrived in Meawood City and had not seen Delbert before. He grabbed his bathrobe, put it on, and stood next to Harriet, staring at Delbert. The cold air around Delbert made Marco's heart tighten. In the next instant, Marco felt a fatal blow to his private parts. He gasped and fell to the ground. A chilling voice rang out. "Drag him out and disable him."

“She can’t run.” “She does not have to,” Joey said. He turned and called out to the men behind him, “Bring the stretcher.” My pulse was pounding. “Wait, Alaric. Where is he?” Joey’s smile was sharp and merciless. “Running.” I shook my head. “No. He doesn’t run.” “He does,” Joey said, stepping closer. “When he knows who is coming.” A chill ran up my arms. “Who?” Joey looked into Marco’s eyes. They exchanged a silent glance before Joey turned back to me.

Joey says softly as he stares at his phone. I'm trying to stay positive, but my stomach is tied in knots with not knowing what's going on back home. There isn't anything we can do until we land. I don't like not knowing shit. Everything needs to end, and if a turf war is what it's going to take, so be it. May the best fucking man win. ***

Tarzan teased. “Well, I don’t.” “Yes, you do.” “You know what? Just take me home, please,” I groaned, marching outside before I embarrassed myself any further. Joey was standing there, still hiding half his face under a mask. He walked over with an easy grin. “Lena, right? Man’s been talking about you nonstop. He’s basically your number one fan at this point. I’m Joey, by the way.” “Nice to meet you, Joey,” I said, trying (and failing) to sound normal.

“Kai!” I heard my name as I reached the entrance of the club. “Hey, Marco! Are you working here now?” I asked, as he came down from the steps, and we bumped our fists together. “Yeah, I got a transfer from Aurelio. We’re trying out the fresh meat here at the beach for a few months,” he said. I’d met Marco in Fresno, and he’d worked at the same club Kiran had all those years ago, and we had quickly become friends.

Marco whispered. Ethan turned toward Marco’s direction, a glass in hand, and the other one in his pocket. “I’d burn down the world to keep her with me,” Ethan’s voice held something dark and powerful in it. Marco had seen Ethan crushed enemies, but not with this kind of expression. This was different and darker than he had always seen. ***** Joey sat on his bed, eyes fixed on his phone, hands clutched tightly on his mattress. “She doesn’t know about us, does she?” A man’s voice came from his phone.